Desires

"You like me"

"What makes you say that" I cross my arms and stand up straighter to come off confident.

"You're not denying it at once"

I open my mouth to deny but-

"You are constantly fidgeting when I'm looking at you, near you, you avoid eye contact, you get nervous, either you hate me so much that you can't stand me or you like me..." he comes closer to me.

I breath a little harshly hearing his words trying to collect myself together.

He bends down to the nook of my neck-shoulder and whispers in my
ears gently nudging my ear with his nose tip, "and trust me, I know you have anything far from hate for me."
-Sunset